In the Shadow of the Mills
In the Shadow of the Mills And, like a yellow silken scarf, the thick fog hangs along the quay.— Oscar Wilde, Symphony in YellowA rainy day: do you know what…
In the Shadow of the Mills And, like a yellow silken scarf, the thick fog hangs along the quay.— Oscar Wilde, Symphony in YellowA rainy day: do you know what…
Shadows of Salem The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.— John Milton, Paradise Lost March 22, 1835Old Goodman…
Orphic I fell off my bike. So now, here I am, lying on some frozen part of road at the end of the world. Why have I fallen? Has the…
Merihirviö merihirviö {fin. sea monster}While we are sitting together, right here, wrapped in our warm cozy blankets, let me tell you a story about a mystery that has happened not…
I have a nightmare “I have a dream” but no one ever said “I have a nightmare”. What happens if you have one? Howwould you realize that you are in…
Honey sea Feelings… why do I have them? Having strong feelings, and them getting shattered over andover is like walking on glass. It hurts. Is there a way to go…
Death's misery Hello. My name is… well… actually I don’t have a name. Most of you just know me as death.Pleasure to meet you. You know who I am, right?…